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1976. YUGOSLAVIA

Come on, Mica, write at least one word. You promised me.

Mica! Son? Tell your mother how are you.

There's no use, aunt Bilja.

We have to let him go, Vesna.

Just look at him. He keeps wandering at night, who knows where.

It's very hard for him.

Well, it's hard for me, too, aunt Bilja. -I know.

What do the doctors say?

What can they say when they don't know anything?

We're waiting for that vocal cord examination in West Germany.

We found a contact through one of our football players in Munich.

I just want my son to come back to his senses.

I'm afraid, aunt Bilja.

The other day I found him cutting himself with a razor blade.

God help me.

I must keep all the sharp objects locked up as if he's a little child.

I simply don't know what's next,

maybe I should tie him to the bed, or give him sleeping pills?

Vesna, he needs a different kind of help.

I've been telling you that all along.

That's not going to help him.

I've invited a priest.

God bless you! -Bless you, Father Rade, welcome!

Why did you do that when you know Mica is a communist?

You know how many of them went back to their faith

when they got stuck?

Mica, son, father Rade is here, do you remember him?

He wanted to have a chat.

Come on, son, for your mother's love.

I called him, it's not nice to leave without saying a word.

Mica, I haven't seen you since you were this big.

Son! Forgive me, Father Rade, please.

He's sick. He's not well.

He's a communist. -That's why he got sick in the first place.

This is the last time I will come to this house!

Please Father, understand!

Didn't I say you should not have called him?

His soul is ill.

BLACK WEDDING

There is nothing I have not encountered during my career.

Brutal murders in all possible and impossible ways,

the victims of all ages..

If I know anything, it is the wounds that lead to death.

Petar, you have seen everything too,

so you'll understand when I tell you that

this is something special.

What can I tell you. It makes sense, but it doesn't make sense.

What exactly do you mean?

The first shot was fatal for all of the 12 victims.

You find it strange that he finished off the victims later.

Not all of them, there's no pattern.

The killer is obviously a professional soldier.

He never held a gun before. -Unbelievable.

Even MOSAD agents aren't as precise.

Good afternoon, everyone!

The patient's condition is stable.

We're very surprised by this turn of events,

given the condition in which he was admitted.

I can safely say that this man is a medical phenomenon.

I'd like to ask the police, as well as the Intelligence service,

to keep in mind that we mustn't expose the patient to harassment.

It's not a patient, it's a mass murderer,

and we have to question him ASAP. -We don't know his condition yet.

And we have a job to do. -All right, but you'll have to postpone all that.

Really? Until when? -Thank you, Doctor,

I'm sure you'll keep us posted.

This is Miss Jankovic, the psychologist. -Female psychologist.

She's going to assess the patient's mental state.

Colleague Tomic and I have spoken,

it's really important how you approach him.

Don't worry about my end of the job.

We need to know the killer's condition.

A man killed 12 people and shot himself in the head.

Chances are he's deranged.

I don't get it. -I don't understand.

I don't want him getting away with some five-star sanatorium,

having underfloor heating and Sega Mega like his colleague from Norway.

That's for the court to decide.

Okay, court, but we still invited you

because you know how to look at this, as they say... -The bigger picture.

The bigger picture, right, and all that...

Doctor, how is it possible that he survived?

Shit luck. Sorry, he got lucky.

There is no rational explanation as to how the bullet

passed through his brain without damaging any vital functions.

It happens, rarely, once in a thousand cases, maybe even less.

As the inspector noted, the luck factor was crucial there.

All in all, we have a lot of work to do. Gentlemen...

Good-bye. -Have a nice day.

Natasha... -Petar.

I just knew that something like this couldn't pass you by.

How are you doing? -So so, you know me. You? Are you okay?

I was there when this happened.

I was hoping you got rid of that Intelligence Service. Not for you...

Neither is the university.

So we're working together again?

That's what I wanted to tell you.

In this case something's not right.

We'll figure it out. -No, when I say things aren't right, I mean...

Like in that previous case? -Yes. I think it has to do with it.

It doesn't.

A person who did not control himself committed the crime.

That's similar for me.

You have to realize that you and I have different worldviews.

This time stay out of it, let me do my job, it's for the best. See you.

God bless you! We have to talk.

Do I know you? -The sooner the better

We have nothing to talk about. -We don't have time.

If they sent you to scare me because of that show, it's pathetic.

Let's go now. -Tell your people I'm going to speak out even more.

Natasha, you need help. -You need it more than I do.

All right, Petar. You know that you can't fool me.

What do you want? -I thought you were done with that shit.

Listen, about that massacre, give it a rest, that case is over for us.

The killer's a psychopath, and we have nothing to do with it anymore.

Who called you?

Petar... -Who threatened you? -Wait a minute. Let it go.

Do we understand each other? -Get out of here!

The bullet damaged part of the right brain hemisphere.

In fact, it didn't damage, but somehow went through it

and came out here above the forehead.

It's a bizarre phenomenon.

Can I take a picture, they won't believe me... -No photos.

Through some of my colleagues abroad, I'm trying to get in touch

with the WHO, to introduce them to this phenomenon of ours.

We have a good chance.

During next week one of them will come and visit us.

But we have a problem. Because of this whole situation,

it's possible they're going to take away our patient.

Friday, June 16th, 2006.

What did you do to that woman, doctor?

Nurse, give morphine to the patient. Put him to sleep.

It's not her fault she saw it all.

You're a phenomenon, Doctor, not me.

The patient occasionally wakes up like that, and speaks incoherently.

It's the aftermath of the shock from the trauma.

We'll keep monitoring the situation. Let's go to the next room.

"You're admiring my horse, sir, I see.

"You're asking, is it a horse or a swallow?

Of your best pair of glasses. Take them off, and let's trade.

What! 'Is Selim as good as he seems?'

Never fear, Uncle dear

It's only that kind that a gipsy would keep.

The emperor's stables can't furnish his mate

A gipsy like me..." -What about the Gypsies? Give me that!

I completely forgot about this.

'"Has he any defect?' What a question, my friend!

That is why I am willing to sell.

Alas! not for gipsies the care of such treasure."

Is this possible?

Is it possible that kids are learning this in school in 2020?

You're not going to recite this!

Mom, but it's a good song. -Is that so?

Is that really a good song for you, Ida?

Tell me, what's this song about? You don't know? Huh?

Could it be about the great Roma talent for trade?

Or is it that Romani are worth less than a horse?

So tell me, Ida, is it normal for Roma to be worth less than horses?

You won't be doing this at the recital. Go to your room.

Hello? -Miss Natasha, inspector Tomic speaking.

I hope I'm not interrupting. -No, how can I help you...

That idiot who shot himself in the head, he woke up. He's speaking.

How? -No one knows how. You'd better come.

I can't right now. -No problem, we'll wait. He's not going anywhere.

School. Teacher. Kule Acimovic.

What did he say? -Kule Acimovic.

Since half of his brain is gone, he's a Red star fan. -Oh, come on.

Saint George... death in a ditch...

death on a tree...

Gastarbeiter...

What the hell is he talking about?

He's raving about something incoherent. He doesn't see us at all.

Think so? -Yes, yes.

He can see us.

You see us, Mitar, huh? I know.

Listen, we're going to fuck the half of that skull of yours, you know?

You're going to normalize.

Take care of your friend... -What?

What did he say?

This doesn't make any sense. Let's go.

We acknowledge one baptism for the remission of sins.

We look for the resurrection of the dead,

and the life of the world to come.

In the name of the Father and the Son and the Holy Spirit, amen!

Amen.

God bless you!

You're not going to say hello to your brother? It's me.

We're not brothers.

You're not welcome here.

This is God's house.

Go away.

What they did to me, it goes to their souls.

Don't make me say it again.

I just came to warn you. It has begun.

I was, I think, fifth or sixth grade, something like that...

And, uh, my dad took me to the stadium.

He was a soldier, hardcore Partisan fan, etc.

And, that day, Red star beat us 4-1, I think.

Although, the way we played, it could have been 10-0.

That's the only time I've seen my dad cry.

But not out of sorrow, more out of helplessness and rage.

It's also well-known that he doesn't cry either.

It's not my style. -How can it be?

Such big men don't cry. -And you told me you are the emotional type.

It was on the first date, everything is valid.

He's an emotional soul, but a dry one.

I get stressed, but tears won't flow. -He's emotional soul, but dry one.

Where's the toilet? -Come on, I'll show you. I'm going to the kitchen.

Don't cry until we get back. -He won't for sure,

but I can't answer for myself.

What do you think of her?

Like you care what I think? -I'm interested in your opinion.

Well, she's good. Too good for you. -Fuck you, man.

It's about time one of them lasted.

She'll last till the morning.

Let me show you something.

Don't you see I have a girlfriend? -Don't fuck with me, come on.

Wait, I gotta get a beer. -Come on.

See what I'm working on right now. -Bro... I'm worried about you.

All that paint will affect your brain, I mean, if you had one.

The Battle of Kosovo.

Which ones are ours? -This is our right flank, led by Vuk Brankovic.

He hit the Turkish left flank led by Yakub. He smashed it.

There was a penetration into the center,

and that resulted in the sultan's murder.

And where's Obilic? -Well, he's not here yet.

What is the Battle for Kosovo without Obilic?

He'll be here, I just haven't made the figure yet.

When the breach occurred, there was total chaos.

You couldn't make head or tails of the situation.

And the Serbs took advantage of it and killed Murad.

You mean, Obilic did? -We don't have enough evidence that he did it.

We have no evidence, but we have the deed, that's what I'm saying.

Mitar killed those people. -Yes, but why? -Because he's crazy!

Because he's crazy... Why do you think Obilic killed Murad?

How do I know why Obilic killed...? I have no idea.

Guys, where'd you go? Come on, we've got dessert upstairs.

I don't know how you have the audacity to come like this.

I was informed that you were told everything, that it's a done thing.

You are no longer monk Tihon, but Bogdan Radichanin

and you may no longer wear that cassock.

This is attire from God, not you.

Don't make me take it off. -Take it easy.

Come to your senses.

People have lost trust in us because of the likes of you.

Such extremists are deliberately infiltrated

to disgust the ordinary people with both religion and the church.

If you keep posing as a monk, you're going to be in serious trouble,

this is your last warning.

It has begun and you pretend not to see. -Get lost.

I know this is all your doing.

You can't, man. What do you not understand?

You let me attend Sasha's interrogation.

I let you then, I'm not letting you now. -Why am I bothering you?

You're poking around. It's just my goodwill that you're here now.

Understood? -Natasha, would you mind if I listened to the conversation?

I'm the only one here you should ask, understand?

Listen, he can be like that, you've seen it before.

It's best if Natasha does the interview herself. We'll be outside.

Good day.

I'm Natasha Jankovic, I'd like to ask you a few questions, if I may.

How are you?

Have we met before?

No?

You remind me of a colleague from Sombor.

Do you have any relatives in Sombor?

Do you know any killers?

What about someone who took his own life?

Someone in your family? -No.

I've been thinking a lot about how I'd kill myself if I wanted to.

I found a few options.

What do you think is the most painless way?

Have you thought about killing before? -I haven't.

What time did you start killing? -I don't remember.

How long did that last? -I don't know.

Did they suffer while you were killing them?

Why did you shoot your wife in the head?

Why did you spare the neighbor's children? -They're children.

How many children have you spared?

How many bullets did you fire in total? -Too many.

Does the blood excite you?

If you had more time, how many more would've died?

Did all of your victims deserve to die? -Yes.

Who the most? -All.

Which emotion do you feel when you think about it now? -None.

If you could turn back time, would you do the same thing now?

Take care, woman. -Excuse me?

You don't know. -What?

Katabasis!

Nurse! Nurse! Hurry up, this guy's fooling around!

That's it for now. -What do you think of him?

It's still early. -He's acting madness, I'm telling you.

We're counting on you, Mrs. Jankovic!

How was he? What was he saying?

Does he remember anything? Is he aware of what he's done?

There he is again. -Who?

That priest's following me, he's going to bother me again.

Ask him what he wants.

I told you we have nothing to talk about. -How did Mitar behave?

The Church sends you spies. -What's this all about, Father?

You don't know what you're dealing with.

That thing up there, it's not from this world.

Okay, good-bye, padre.

Mitar didn't repay his debt. Killing 13 people isn't easy. -Twelve.

And he's 13th. But he can't die until he repays the debt.

A 13th head must fall. -That sounds like some satanic theory.

Satanism is a fiction advanced by the Vatican.

There are people who celebrate the devil,

but here, the devil celebrates people.

He joins ranks, sends his legions, builds an army on the Earth.

Tough times are coming. The times of descent.

Katabasis begins.

I need to see Mitar. I'll be back. Good-bye.

Who is this man? -Why didn't you ask him,

instead of letting him preach? -He said katabasis is starting.

It's the same thing Mitar said right before he shot himself and Jelena.

Well, you finally found a friend who'll understand you. Bye.

Song: S Vremena Na Vreme - Ko?

Good afternoon, Teodora!

Good day.

Go away now. Mica isn't well.

Who's that? -Nobody.

Unless I am mistaken, she is pregnant.

Right away.

Here. Speak, son.

Of course, sure!

Vesna! Vesna!

What's going on?

So why didn't you tell me Mica wants some cicvara?

He just asked for it. -He didn't tell me anything.

And I can't make it as good as you. -I'll make it right away.

HOW ABOUT CICVARA CALL THE DOCTOR

I will Mica, of course. I'm leaving right now.

Aunt Bilja. -Where are you going?

I'm going to the post office to make a phone call.

We're going to Belgrade tomorrow.

My dear son, I knew you'd come to your senses.

I knew it, my sunshine!

The meal's ready!

Mica? Son?

You forgot about us...

It has started.

Song: Bilja Krstic & Bistrik Orchestra - Sanko Si Bonka Zalibi